Thoughts of Losing You In Collections
thinking too much
becoming a dipstick in flight
forgetting simple mathematics
missing you like mad
wishing in mounds of overkill
hoping in buckets of wasted energy
praying in multitudes of nothingness
missing you like mad
words can be the thorn with the poisonous tip
i want to pour some acidic breakaway in any size glass
i want to drink and drink and drink until i know not the definition of 'think'
for i was stupid to let you go
true love only comes in a particular first....and now i know
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2015
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